Chapter 798



Though his words weren’t entirely accurate, they carried an unmistakable air of intimacy.

Nigel couldn’t help but cast a resigned glance at Devin.

Tonight, every word Lucas spoke was directed at Belinda, each one a blatant declaration of possessiveness. Everyone at the table understood precisely why he had been saying that.

“Be sure to attend to that scratch,” Harold said casually.

“Alright,” Lucas replied, his gaze lingering on Belinda, his eyes overflowing with affection.

After that exchange, no further words were spoken; however, the atmosphere at the table had palpably shifted.

When the meal finally concluded, Belinda eagerly spoke up. “I have something to attend to tonight, so I’ll be departing now.”

This time, Harold didn’t attempt to stop her; instead, he merely nodded and said softly, “Alright. Drive safely and make sure you tell me when you arrive home safely.”

“I will,” Belinda replied with a warm smile.

At that moment, Lucas reached out and seized her wrist with surprising gentleness. “Let’s go,” he said.

Without allowing Belinda an opportunity to decline or voice her reservations, he pulled her toward the exit with an air of determination. Belinda found herself with no option but to accompany him.

As their figures vanished into the shadows outside the house, Nigel’s expression became increasingly complicated.

“Apologies for that, Nigel,” Harold said with a weary sigh. “This rascal is far too obstinate.”

Nigel smiled softly in response and said reassuringly, “No need to apologize to me, Harold.”

gαℓησv𝒆ℓs․com hosts exclusive updates Harold gave a resigned smile in return but remained silent thereafter as they both processed the evening’s events.

Once outside the house, Belinda finally managed to break free from Lucas’ grip.

Her demeanor was composed, and her tone was detached as she stated firmly but calmly, “I can return by myself.”

Without uttering a word in response, Lucas grasped her wrist once again and began walking toward the garage.

“Lucas… Lucas!” Belinda protested repeatedly as she struggled against his hold.

Lucas seemed unfazed by her protests; an intense aura enveloped him. Then suddenly—almost inexplicably—Belinda ceased resisting, as if she had just thought of something.

During the drive back to Belinda’s place, Lucas maintained silence. When the car finally arrived at the entrance of Belinda’s place and stopped, Belinda unfastened her seatbelt.

Just then, Lucas’ deep, gravelly voice shattered the quietude surrounding them. “I’m angry… and hurt.”

Belinda froze mid-motion; her heart raced as his words settled heavily in her chest.

“Seeing you seated with them…” he continued, raw honesty pouring from his lips, “it felt as if you were part of their family while I was an outsider. It was intolerable.”

His voice was low and laced with repressed frustration and vulnerability.

Belinda pressed her lips together for a moment, instinctively providing an explanation. “I had no idea Mr. Davidson and Devin would be present when I visited.”

As soon as she uttered it aloud, confusion washed over her. Why did she even feel compelled to explain the situation?

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